All he knew was that he was inside some alien ship and that he had to find Cassidy. Periodically he would stop and read the signs on the doors and walls but without a reference point, his efforts were worthless. How was he going to find Cassidy in a ship that he knew nothing about. His first instinct was to find an alien and ask them where she was. His second instinct was to find an alien and force them to tell her where she was but picking aliens at random might not work as most probably had no clue to where she was. There had to be a way. For the next hour, Dennis walked the halls looking in rooms and trying to fit in. His clothes stuck out like a sore thumb so most of the aliens he came across he had to kill by smashing their marshmallow heads in with this fist leaving a long trail behind him. He knew it would be fairly soon before they found him if he didn’t find Cassidy first, and then what was he going to do if he did find her? It wasn’t like they were going to land the ship and let them off just because he asked.
